Volume Four: Renowned Everywhere Chapter 154: The Formidable Qin Yang

"Not bad at all," he said, tilting his head with a glance. He truly could not fathom why they insisted on putting up a desperate resistance here when simply handing over Zhong Yan would have settled the matter. Did they really think they could withstand this?

"Yet, to only reach the Profound Realm at the age of eighty—you've wasted a lifetime of martial cultivation on a dog."

Hearing this, the expressions of those standing around shifted dramatically. Some of them feared they might never even cross the threshold into the Profound Realm in their entire lives. As they looked at the supremely imposing Qin Yang, a flurry of varied thoughts ran through everyone's minds.

A few even stepped forward alongside Elder Chen. "Hmph! So what if you are Qin Yang of Beihai? Today, we shall let you know that in Jiangnan, arrogance is not for everyone. If you are a dragon, you coil; if you are a tiger, you crouch."

"Hahaha, have you never heard a saying?" His eyes brimming with utter contempt, he took a step forward, making the very heavens and earth seem to drain of color, and declared solemnly, "A fierce dragon does not cross the river without power."

Abruptly, he threw a punch, stunning everyone present. The force of the punch whistled through the air, carrying boundless ferocity. Like a savage tiger baring its bloody claws, it lunged straight toward the crowd.

Bang!

Elder Chen was sent flying, the internal Qi churning wildly within his body as a mouthful of blood spewed from his lips. His face was etched with sheer shock. He had assumed that since both were in the Profound Realm, the gap between them shouldn't be too vast, but who could have imagined such a chasm?

"If the Chen family persists in their delusion, do not blame me for washing the Chen family in blood."

Sure enough, the moment Qin Yang finished these words, everyone's complexions changed drastically.

"Hmph! To wash the Chen family in blood—you certainly have a formidable tongue. Let me test your skills." The elder standing beside Zhong Yan wore a gloomy expression, exuding a chilling, sinister aura as he suddenly made his move.

"Allow me to cross swords with you."

The Butcher chuckled coldly, hurling a massive iron fist as he entangled himself with the man.

Qin Yang picked up a glass of red wine from a nearby table, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Well? Is there anyone else?"

Elder Chen looked down at his second son and let out a heavy sigh. "Junhu!"

Chen Junhu, who had been hiding below to watch the spectacle and hoping to slip past this calamity unscathed, realized there was no hope left. With coldness in his eyes, he stepped forward. "Father."

In the hand of the Chen family patriarch appeared a red vial containing black blood and carrying terrifying energy. This was the ultimate trump card of the Chen family, and the very reason the Chen family had been able to stand tall in Jiangnan for so many years.

The Soul Essence of the Fiery Tiger.

Chen Junhu looked at his father in silence, his heart filled with bitter hatred. When the family faced danger, the patriarch had still cast him aside without the slightest hesitation.

His gaze was cold and chilling; the moment he stepped forward, he already knew his ultimate fate.

When his eldest brother was alive, he held no status. He had thought that after Chen Junlong's death, things would finally go smoothly for him, yet the old patriarch wanted nothing more than for him to die.

The Dragon Roar and Tiger Howl technique allowed one to fuse dragon blood and tiger soul to drastically increase one's strength, but once consumed, all life force within the body would drain away, leading inevitably to death.

Everyone in the pugilistic world knew of this, but none had anticipated that the head of the Chen family could be so ruthless as to send his own biological son to his doom.

Shaking their heads internally, they reminded themselves that this was, after all, a domestic affair of the Chen family, and they had no right to interfere.

Chen Junhu abruptly drained the vial of Fiery Tiger Soul Essence in a single gulp, and instantly a surge of scorching heat rushed straight to his brain.

He stared at the Chen family patriarch, a savage grin twisting his features.

Black Tiger Steals the Heart!

The surging power made him swell with confidence. With murderous intent flashing in his eyes, he launched an attack on his own father without a moment's hesitation.

Never in his wildest dreams had the Chen family patriarch expected his own son to strike at him, and neither had anyone else.

Bang!

Elder Chen was sent flying, blood spraying wildly as his face turned deathly pale. In that single instant, too much of his vital energy had been consumed, aging him drastically in the blink of an eye.

"Why?" The single word was forced out from between clenched teeth, his eyes burning with intense murderous intent.

"Why? Why?! You old bastard, how do you even have the face to ask me that?"

"When my eldest brother was alive, I had no status in life. Even the gender of my children had to be restricted by you! In the family business, I was only ever allowed to manage some worthless scraps. Did you truly take me for a mere decoration?" Chen Junhu's face was distorted and ferocious. His hands began to undergo bestial transformation, the sharp tiger claws growing extraordinarily long, while a crimson battle armor materialized over his body. The aura within him was skyrocketing.

"For the past forty years, I lived for the so-called Chen family. Today, I live for myself." Plunged into a state of madness, Chen Junhu struck out wildly, and those who had once looked down upon him all perished beneath his tiger claws.

At the sight of this, the corners of the Chen family patriarch's eyes split open, his eyeballs suffused with blood. These were all his flesh and blood! These were all his own kin!

Another mouthful of blood gushed from his lips, and his aura grew infinitely faint. He could never have imagined that his carefully calculated series of measures, all intended to ensure the long-term survival of the Chen family, would provoke such a monstrous rebellion from his second son.

He had once sought him out and asked for his opinion, to which the boy had replied that it didn't matter.

That... that had merely been a perfunctory brush-off to fool him!

The surrounding onlookers fell silent. Chen Junhu was covered in fresh blood, an expression of wild excitement on his face. He had never felt so happy in all these years. Even toward the old steward by his father's side, he had never dared to speak loudly, always walking on eggshells—yet just now, right just now, that very person had died by his own hands.

Now, Chen Junhu's strength had soared to the advanced stage of the Profound Realm. Although his face remained cold, Qin Yang caught a flicker of profound agony deep within his eyes.

"Qin Yang of Beihai, tell me, should I thank you, or should I kill you?" Standing opposite Qin Yang, Chen Junhu's fierce tiger eyes gleamed. "Now that the knots in the Chen family's heart have been untangled, as long as I kill you, I can depart in peace."

"Heh, you still lack the qualifications," Qin Yang said coldly, eyeing Chen Junhu. At that exact moment, Chen Junhu launched himself forward. A massive fiery tiger materialized behind him, and his entire body seemed to have been set ablaze.

His hands transformed completely into tiger claws, carrying terrifying tearing capabilities as he clawed frantically toward Qin Yang.

Hisss—

Everyone stared fixedly at Chen Junhu, shock written all over their faces.

"The Chen family's ultimate trump card is truly terrifying."

"Indeed. If not for Qin Yang of Beihai, who could possibly withstand his锋芒 [bluntly brilliant edge]?"

Qin Yang and Chen Junhu clashed fiercely. Suddenly, a figure streaked across the sky, charging swiftly toward the combatants.

"That's... that's the Chen family patriarch!"

"Indeed, who would have thought the old patriarch would launch a desperate counterattack? I just wonder who he's targeting."

Hearing this, the crowd froze slightly.

"That's right. Besides Qin Yang, there's also his son on the field. Just now, his son severely injured him and slaughtered all the direct descendants of the Chen family..."

"Holy hell, he's attacking Qin Yang!"

Hovering in mid-air, Qin Yang wielded the Starfall Saber, the Yin-Yang domain unfurling behind him to instantly envelop the Chen family patriarch. At that moment, everyone saw the old patriarch maintaining his forward lunging posture, yet utterly frozen and unable to move.

"Explode!"

With the falling of his single command, countless bolts of lightning crashed down toward the Chen family patriarch, reducing his entire body to a bloody mist.

A downpour of rain began to fall from the sky.

"Father!"

Tears welled up in Chen Junhu's eyes as he stared fixedly at Qin Yang. "Aahhh! I'll make you die! I'll make you die!"

Chen Junhu roared hysterically, looking entirely unhinged, his mind thoroughly consumed by feral savagery.

"Heh, survive this move of mine before you talk big." Executing the Nine-Step Heaven-Shattering technique, everyone felt a terrifying wave of pressure descend. This oppressive might actually originated from a movement technique alone, filling the spectators' faces with deep envy.

Qin Yang of Beihai was simply a walking treasury; this rumor had long circulated throughout the ancient martial arts world. They hadn't believed it before, but witnessing it with their own eyes now, they knew it to be absolute reality.

Envy, greed, and lingering sighs washed over every face. Such a supreme technique, yet out of reach—the feeling was utterly agonizing.

Standing in the distance, watching the Chen family vanish bit by bit right before his eyes, Zhong Yan felt a wave of profound emotion.

He glared at Xu Ming down below; if he had known better, he should have just killed the bastard outright back then, saving himself all this trouble.

Chen Momomo was a girl who had seen her share of great storms and stresses, but such a tragic and bloody spectacle still left her somewhat unsettled. Chen Tian had tried to persuade her to leave multiple times, but who could have known this stubborn girl refused to budge an inch?

"Look over there!"

Someone shouted, and everyone snapped their gazes back toward the sky, shock plastered across their faces.

Chen Junhu had transformed into the avatar of a fiery tiger, charging straight toward Qin Yang with an unmatched aura and sky-shaking murderous intent.

At that moment, Qin Yang raised the Starfall Saber high, a smile blooming on his face. "Heh, ancient times had the tiger-beheading guillotine; today, we have the Starfall Saber."

"Watch me sever your tiger head."

The Starfall Saber slashed down fiercely. The surrounding onlookers grew confused—why did this strike carry not the slightest bit of momentum?

Could it be that Qin Yang was merely putting up a bluff?

The Starfall Saber struck Chen Junhu's body, and the intense flames surged like an enraged beast, crashing against the blade. Seeing this, he sneered repeatedly, but Qin Yang simply flipped the Starfall Saber and bore down with even greater pressure.

At that instant, the Starfall Saber was suffused with a dense layer of thunderous power. As the Immortal-Slaying Art surged, a destructive aura quietly rose.

The Seventh Form of the Thunder Saber Manual!

Buzz, buzz, buzz—

The previously unremarkable blade radiance instantly expanded, stretching for thousands of miles. The entire surroundings were completely blanketed in the power of thunder. Staring up at the sky, where endless bolts of lightning hovered directly above their heads, the onlookers couldn't help but worry that Qin Yang might lose control and accidentally strike them down.

Xu Ming's eyes widened in disbelief.

Damn it, was this still the third brother he knew?

Slash!

The Starfall Saber struck down once more. This blow cut through everything like a bamboo shoot splitting asunder, instantly extinguishing the flames and landing solidly upon the tiger's head.

Hisss—